December 2009
1 post
Recycling tears.
Same song, same thoughts, I can’t do it. Can’t force myself to stop caring, like how you can’t force yourself to care. Lame, yes I know. Tired of all of this, but can’t get myself to stop. Seven Thousand Four Hundred Sixty Seven Miles away and yet the distance means nothing to me. It doesn’t matter where I am I’ll still feel the same. Even if i couldn’t...